NATURAL HISTORY OF ASPHALT
America has a poet. This may not seem like Breaking News . . . But it is. In a culture saturated with the mediocre, the narcoleptic, and the relentlessly self-absorbed, upon a planet threatened by ossification (Asphalt-i-zation), where tsumanic shrivellizations of consciousness occur with increasing velocity, where the very constructs of what it means to be “human” are being amputated piece by piece, Seidman’s searing imagistic blasts serve as both Awakening and Salvage. His sensitized linguistic alacrity reverberates the exquisite attunement of a Hart Crane while his mission is more Whitmanesque in its urgent appeal for Bodily Ignition. To shovel off gadgetized suffocations. The language of The Natural History of Asphalt combusts with Elemental Electrical Fire, with the Torch essential to holding our tribe together. Anthony Seidman is the real thing. Read him.
– Heller Levinson